Three Towers Apartment Complex, Second Floor Hallway
The sequence of events passed by as if it was an elaborate prank made to scare the wits off her - and to top it all off, the announcement of hundreds more converging towards the building. No thanks to all the ruckus everyone's been making. But what concerned her most at this point, wasn't the incoming horde of undead, but of the recent reanimation of the lady. She had personally witnessed it once in the lobby, and now it happened again. It's all happening just like any zombie flick 'predicted'.
"H-hold on!" Sue paused for a moment, looking at everyone within her proximity straight in their eyes. "B-before we do anything, were anyone of you injured or bitten by...That, or that?" Sue pointed at the grisly remains of what was once Jay then at the corpse of the recently animated lady.
"Check yourself, any scratch marks? Bite wounds?" Sue urged, with her tone slightly calm given the situation as she looked at every one of them as they began to check themselves. It was not long before she spotted what seemed to be a blood trail on the ground leading upstairs, where the majority of the panicked crowd had retreated to.
"Look!" Sue pointed at the blood trail, hoping that they understood the severity of what a blood trail implies. Looking back towards the group, she spoke up again, "Now, I am hoping that it's not blood from someone that was bitten, nor am I sure what happens to those who was, but I do remember the news saying that the infected needs to be segregated." Her eyes darted towards everyone's faces, hoping to catch an affirmation that they had understood what she was trying to tell them.
"W-wait. I saw it, old man Haskell who lives in the fourth floor, he was bit by the dog!" A middle aged man spoke up as he peered out from his apartment unit, not far from the stairwell. "I saw it...I was hidin' back ere', with all the ruckus goin' I went outside! I came out to look! Then I saw Haskell givin' the mutt a good whack with his cane, but that nasty mutt took a bite outta his leg!" The middle-aged man continued, as he tried to assure those of what he saw by retelling how it went.
"Someone should check on the old man, keep him segregated..." Sue suggested, hoping that someone would take up the task.
"Oh, and uh...Try not to use your guns...We don't want more to show up..." Sue quickly reminded the group, what with the most of them being extremely trigger happy. She was hoping that there was an alternative to dispatching the threat with firearms, what with the ground floor going off like a bass in a rave party.